I thought it was only available in Slender West Lake Scenic Area, but I didn't expect it to be all over the street. I'm afraid this has something to do with planting willows everywhere in Yangcheng a few years ago. Walking on Liu Hu Road yesterday, I really liked the charm of catkin.
These cotton wadding are the seeds of weeping willows by the lake. They fly with the wind with the thoughts of willows. No worries, no obstacles, just floating and rolling, just like singing and dancing, very uncomfortable. White catkins floating in the wind, large and small, bulging, dancing gently in the air. They touch the bodies of pedestrians at will, whether it is the delicate and smooth skin of girls or the wrinkled skin of the elderly. Kiss your cheek and linger in your hair; Hang it on your eyelashes and stick it on your mouth. Only when there is no wind can she play enough and float leisurely on the earth, lakes and grasslands. They are like naughty children, pestering adults to be naughty; They are like free spirits, coming and going freely, shuttling freely. Even when they reach the ground, they roll, rotate, jump and play with all their strength.
Catkin bloomed from a shell smaller than rice grains, trying to make themselves fluffy again, jumping out of the dark brown package, revealing a white and light body, filled with purity, and revealing an ethereal spirit in lightness. There are no angular edges, only catkin-like silver lines, which seem to be absent. Perhaps only in this way can we easily embrace other catkins and become bigger and more inclusive; It is easy to be blown away by the wind, becoming smaller and drifting wider.
Looking at Liu Hu Road, flying catkins are everywhere in the air, which makes the lakes and mountains beautiful. The roadside is like catkins jumping like clouds, making pedestrians feel like entering a fairyland; On the other hand, there is a thick layer of white floating on the lake, which seems to be a white jacquard pattern on green brocade. Tourists, like weaving, and catkins have become the scenery of this April day.
Throughout April, Yangzhou was almost romanticized by catkins. Catkin flying all over the sky is like snowflakes, which confuses your eyes and adds a bit of beauty to the haze. Scholars are eager for it, so there is a saying that "fireworks will descend in Yangzhou in March".
Walking, I can't help reaching out my hands, holding a mass of white catkins, close to my face, feeling the soft warmth, close to my ear and listening to the whisper. Instead, I let go gently. I can't bear to let the seeds of willow be bound by my willfulness. I opened my hands and raised them gently above my head. Catkin was carried away by a warm wind and floated into the air. I don't know where they fly, they exude attractive attachment. At this time, my thoughts are like catkins flying all over the sky, hovering constantly.
I saw the people who enjoyed it all the way out of step, swinging their arms and turning around, as if they were drunk. I decided to see the willow catkins on the long embankment of Slender West Lake another day.